Prefect He Zhang gently exhaled. "Your personal visit to Fuyao brings luster to our humble prefecture, sir. Please enter the prefectural offices and allow me to hold a welcoming feast for you!"
Lin Xiaosu said coldly, "With a murder case before you, you still have the inclination to drink?"
The prefect's expression changed, but he immediately plastered another smile onto his face. "You misunderstand, sir. I meant that we could preside over this murder case together."
"There is no need to try a murder case in the prefectural offices. The people are gathered here, and both parties are present. Isn't this the perfect place to hear it?" Lin Xiaosu said, "Zhang Tao!"
"Here!"
"Drag the deceased over!"
Zhang Tao stepped up to the deceased. This Mystic Insight Sect disciple had lain motionless for a long time. Zhang Tao reached out and pressed his hand against the man's brow. "Sir, this man isn't dead!"
Boom!
The entire crowd erupted.
Lin Xiaosu frowned. "Not dead? A murder case that caused such an uproar turned out to be a fabrication? That is hardly a dignified end. Ask the deceased whether he would like us to... help him achieve one!"
As his words fell, the crowd went utterly silent.
Just now-only moments ago.
This official had also spoken of "helping him achieve a dignified end." The moment those words fell, the Mystic Insight Sect disciple who had seized the wife by her throat lost both arms.
And now that chilling offer had come again, with a very clear implication: failing to die was undignified!
How would they help him achieve a dignified end?
With a swish, the corpse on the ground suddenly sprang up. But he could go nowhere, for Zhang Tao had a hand pressed against his shoulder.
"Speak!" Lin Xiaosu strolled over.